All shining crowns do not adorn the brows of kings; Nor scepters rule by might alone. As precious wings Are often cased in chrysalis of slender mold And jewels reckon more of worth than weight in gold, My Little Mother measured greater than she knew; In spirit boundless as the ether-vaulted blue, Her quiet mission the sustained embodiment Of Beauty's strength. Her inmost being—confident Of truth and justice in the cosmic plan—was strong To live a message of exalted love and song; To face impending hardship with undaunted mind; And through a full life's usefulness, keep sweet ... be kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN |